I Thought I Was Married, But I Was Left Alone, So I'll Live as I Please. So Please Don't Mind Me Anymore, My Lord of the Border - Chapter 14

Hot.

So hot, and yet, it feels good.

“Ah, ahn, ha, more… Ahh, it feels so good…”

I could hear my own sweet voice. Unrecognizable as my own, spilling out between gasps.

Each time that hot mass moved inside me, the depths of my womb clenched as if in delight, and an incredible pleasure raced through my entire body like an electric current.

“Ah, more, hey… Ahh!”

“Ashe. Ah, that’s good. I’ll do this as much as you want.”

Lord Oliver’s voice—a sultry tone I’d never heard before—trembled by my ear, and it was then that my consciousness finally began to clear.

“Eh, wha… Aahn!”

“Ashe, are you back with us?”

Lord Oliver, seeing the light of reason return to my eyes, let out a small sigh of relief.

My body trembled even at that slight stimulus.

“Hah, ah,… uah, wha, what… Ahh!”

Lord Oliver, holding my bare feet, was moving his hips over me…

Both Lord Oliver and I were completely naked…

Does this mean…?

“Ah, ahn!”

Right in the middle of my thoughts, he thrust deep inside me, and an unbelievably sweet voice spilled from my lips.

“Don’t stop, more, please give me more… ahn!”

It’s the aphrodisiac gas. My body aches and won’t stop.

The terrifying thing about Enbi Mushrooms is that the only way to break the effect is to satisfy the urge until the pleasure subsides.

Normally, one or two sessions of self-relief would be enough.

But what I was exposed to was a high concentration that could even drive magical beasts mad, and there’s no telling when the effects will end.

The terrifying hunger for pleasure I learned firsthand was something I could never have sated alone.

While I felt apologetic, somewhere in my heart, I was glad it was Lord Oliver.

“Mo, like this… all the way inside… hynn!”

“This is treatment. A medical procedure, so it’s alright, Ashe.”

His voice sounded as if he was desperately trying to convince himself, and it was earnest.

“Mm…, mmnn…”

His sincere tone made me relax just a little.

Even so, I knew somewhere deep down that this wasn’t just a medical procedure.

But I felt relief at Lord Oliver’s words calling it treatment.

“It’s alright, Ash.”

“…Mmnn.”

Held tightly, my restless heart calmed down a bit.

But the heat in my body didn’t recede.

“It feels, ahh… ah, not enough, more…”

I desperately want the pleasure.

If this is the effect of the aphrodisiac gas, it’s outrageous.

I can’t stand not being joined.

Once is nowhere near enough.

Until my womb is filled with seed. I can’t stop until I’m empty.

“…Does it hurt? If it’s too much, I’ll stop right away.”

“Don’t, don’t stop! Please, give me more…”

“Ah, I’ll keep going until you’ve calmed down. Relax and entrust yourself to me.”

“…Yes.”

Everywhere Lord Oliver touches feels good.

As he kisses my neck, fondles my chest, and pounds into me, I ejaculate even from places he isn’t touching.

“Ah, ahh…!”

“Kuh… I’m coming…!”

Driven to the deepest point, I writhe from the overwhelming pleasure, and heat spreads through the core of my womb.

Trembling and twitching, slowly rubbed as if being squeezed dry, I want it again.

The fading heat felt lonely, so I clenched tightly, and he regained his strength and filled me once more.

“…Please, more.”

“Ugh, you’re surprisingly bold, Ash…”

I smiled happily, and Lord Oliver brushed back his hair with a wry smile, his face looking intensely alluring.

My heart leaped, and I unconsciously tightened around the heat inside me again.

“You want it that much?”

“Very much, I want it… More…”

Wrapping my arms around his back as if pleading, Lord Oliver smiled happily.

My heart leaped again.

“Lord Henkyouhaku…”

“It’s Oliver, Ash.”

“…”

“Call me that, Ashe. Oliver.”

“…O-Oliv-er, sama.”

“Mmm, Ashe. I love you.”

“…!”

Our lips met, and he began thrusting fiercely.

“Ah, ah, it feels good! It’s good, Oliver-samaaa!”

“Ashe, Ashe…”

Our hands overlapped, fingers entwined.

We continued joining our bodies until the heat faded.

The light of dawn was white and cold.

The temperature of reality felt strangely distant.

The morning sun shone through the thin fabric, and I couldn’t tell if that long night was real or a dream.

Dazedly sitting up, I was startled by the skin revealed as the blanket fell.

“…Whoa, these marks are something.”

Red marks and bite impressions all over my body.

Tracing them with my finger, the heat of last night’s intense kisses and bites revived, and my cheeks flushed.

“Love marks really stay this long, huh.”

The spots, almost like a disease, felt somehow embarrassing.

If these are here, then that was neither a dream nor an illusion.

“…I really did it.”

Covering my face with both hands and bowing my head, my undone silver hair spilled down.

Letting out a deep sigh, the lingering warmth deep inside my body forced me to recall last night’s events, whether I wanted to or not.

Even if it was because of the aphrodisiac gas.

Even if my reason had flown away.

Still, the one who desired Lord Oliver was unmistakably me.

I wish I’d never known that side of Lord Oliver.

The more I remember, the more my heart aches, and I can’t do anything about it.

Yet, reality mercilessly presses on.

“I have to get ready for work.”

Work. I’m an alchemist, and I’m in the middle of a mission.

I have things I need to do.

I know that in my head, but my body feels heavy as lead on the bed.

The residual heat binds me like chains and won’t let go.

On the verge of being swept away by waves of regret, I count off the pregnancy conditions on my fingers.

Even two men can have children, but a womb must be created before the seed can be planted.

And since it was just made, it doesn’t function right away.

So this time, there’s no worry about pregnancy.

“Haaaah, that’s good. Well, not good at all, but it’s good.”

If I had been carrying the child of the person I wish to break off my engagement with, I would have been truly lost.

I press a hand to my stomach and let out a deep sigh of relief.

“I can’t just occupy the bed forever.”

But my body won’t listen at all.

This is Lord Oliver’s private tent, one size larger than the others.

Unlike us, who sleep in sleeping bags, it has a proper cot.

The disheveled bed holds only me, and my change of clothes is nowhere to be seen.

If I leave, I’ll have to wrap this blanket around myself, but that’s just too embarrassing.

I want my clothes, but I don’t want anyone to see me like this.

“…I’m stuck.”

Haaah, I let out another deep sigh.

The effects of the aphrodisiac gas should wear off after one session.

But last night, no matter how much we embraced, the heat didn’t fade.

Whether it’s residue from the gas or my womb still aching deep inside.

The smoldering heat that still craves pleasure frightens me, and I hug myself gently.

“Give me a break.”

If the next wave comes, I want to handle it alone.

I don’t want to rely on anyone else.

Because…

To be held like that again, so wantonly…

“It’s embarrassing, isn’t it!?”

Shouting under the blanket, a low voice replied, “What’s embarrassing?”

“Eek!?”

Whipping around in a panic, I saw Lord Oliver standing at the tent entrance holding a tray.

Along with the cold outside air, a delicious aroma drifted in.

The scent of warm soup filled the tent.

“Are you awake?”

His low, gentle voice rubbed the smoldering heat inside me the wrong way.

“Yes! S-sorry!”

I answered as if jumping up and tried to get off the bed, but my legs tangled and I collapsed on the spot.

Not even being able to get out of bed is pathetic.

Lord Oliver sighed, set the tray on a nearby table, then gently fixed the blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

“Don’t catch a chill. Rest a while longer.”

“No, I’m fine now. Um, we should continue the investigation…!”

“No. You’re resting today.”

“But…”

Steeling myself, I put my feet on the floor to get off the bed, but no strength came, and my body swayed unsteadily.

Strong arms supported me, and before I knew it, I was back on the cot.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize. Thanks to you protecting me, I’m unharmed. Thank you.”

I gaze softly at Lord Oliver thanking me.

If, at that time, it hadn’t been me but Lord Oliver who was exposed to that gas.

Who would his partner have been?

Suddenly thinking such a thing, my chest grew terribly unsettled, and I hurriedly pulled my consciousness back.

“But I was too careless. If I’d kept more distance.”

“Everything in this forest is unpredictable. It can’t be helped. So, don’t apologize. Alright?”

“Understood.”

Lord Oliver stroked my downcast head as if to comfort me.

His gentle touch makes my chest ache.

I don’t know what this restless, ill-fitting emotion is.

“…Yes.”

A gentle touch like soothing a child. Somehow, it hurts.

As I fell silent, lost in thought, Lord Oliver let out a light sigh.

“The investigation of the mushrooms and surroundings is already underway. You can rest easy.”

“What’s the situation?”

When I asked, Lord Oliver gave a wry smile.

“You really only have work on your mind, don’t you?”

…It’s because if I think about anything else right now, I feel like I’ll break.

Unable to put it into words, I smiled vaguely.

“The root part hasn’t withered yet. We’ve applied a new agent and will wait here another day.”

“…I see.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. If the mission is progressing smoothly, that’s fine.

That should be all that matters, and yet.

“Ash.”

Hearing my name called, I look up.

Gentle green eyes are looking straight at me.

I thought I saw the same heat in their depths as last night, and I gasped.

“Wh-what is it…?”

Bracing myself unintentionally, Lord Oliver withdrew his outstretched hand.

“…No, it’s nothing. Rest a bit more.”

Lord Oliver averted his gaze, but his ears were bright red.

That gesture made my own chest begin to beat irregularly, and I hurriedly looked down.

My heart is restless.

For some reason, the depths of my body are aching again.

Whether it’s residue from the aphrodisiac gas or some other heat, I couldn’t tell.